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Chapter 2: The test

20-year-old David Taggart was sitting on his couch watching TV, although he wasn't really paying attention, when he saw a UPS truck pull up outside his house. He jumped off the couch and ran to the door. He opened it before the UPS man got to the door, quickly signed for the package, took it and slammed the door. He ran to his living room and opened the package eagerly, and he saw the gleaming pieces of a brand new sniper rifle with instructions on how to put it together.

He put it together in 5 minutes, and went to check his email for the instructions on which person he was to kill. He logged on and heard the magic words: 'You've got mail!' He went to go check it.

To: David Taggart A.K.A. Hitman 78

From: ADRESS BLOCKED

Subject: Test

Hello David. Miss me? If my personal delivery service hasn't failed me, you should get the package before you get this. Now here are your instructions:

Go to the top of the office building next door to the building where you used to work.

Bring your sniper.

Be there by tomorrow, 12:00 noon.

Shoot the person who walks out of the building across the street at 12:05

If you come any later, you fail the test. Earlier however is fine. That sniper has only 1 shot; if you miss you fail. You will get one bullet for each assignment.

That is all, good luck.

END MESSAGE

Whoa. Was David's only though as he signed out ("Goodbye"). That was pretty specific…He wondered how his employer could know all that. For all he knows, he could shoot the wrong person, the person could come out late and he could, again, shoot the wrong person. But he decided to go through with it anyways, after all he would have followed instructions, so would still get paid, or at the very least pass the test. So the next day, he put his sniper into his backpack, along with the single bullet. He went on top of the building, and he still couldn't believe he was going to go through with this. He counted down the 5 seconds left to 12:05. 5. He was actually going to do this. 4. He could hear his heart beating against his chest. 3. He saw the automatic doors start to slide, and he readied the scope. 2. A foot came out the door. 1. He started to depress the trigger. 0. He pulled it all the way when the man's head came into the scope. The sniper popped, timed seemed to slow down. What should have taken an instant seemed to take an hour. He could practically hear the bullet screeching through the air as the bullet smacked right through the man's eye and hit his brain, while he could nearly hear him screaming even though no sound came out. He could hear the assistant screaming as she walked out behind him. The cars on the street came to a screeching halt and people started screaming. The full impact of what he had done was just realized: he had killed the president of the company he had worked at before, before he had gotten fired for showing up late too many times. Before all of this started…He hear clapping behind him. "Congratulations" said his employer "You have passed the test. This can be used to channel your anger at the man who killed your parents, both of them." "But ho-" The man held up a hand, and David was suddenly quiescent. "Yes, I know about that. I know all about you David Tamaran Taggart." "Look, I don't know who you are, but you better tell me or I'll-" He held up the sniper rifle. The man laughed at him "Did you forget that sniper has only 1 shot, that you just used?" David was silent, and feeling reeeeally stupid (blonde moment). "Well" he said, "Are you all done now? Would you like to know what my name is, what this whole thing is about? Anything?" "No, all I need to know is who my next target is, and how much I get paid." The man grinned. "That's exactly what I wanted to hear."

And so he continued to live out his life, getting bullets in the mail and getting rid of his anger at the man who killed his parents. Over the next 2 years, he managed to find a kind of perverse joy, as most of his targets were parents of a single child, and only once, in one special circumstance, did he ever have to kill a child, and that was because the child had insulted my employer by talking back to him when he asked the kid to move. Over time, he became is boss' favorite employee, and he moved up to the important and political assassinations, and sometimes as a group his whole squad would perform political kidnappings, but of course the would be wearing masks so no one knew any face except their employer's.

That was so no one hitman could rat on another one. It was also forced on them that not only did their employer have multiple identities just in case, but also that anyone who ratted on him would be assassinated, as a special case. One day, after a lucky 13 years as a feared hitman, the police showed up at his house. This, strangely, was mundane compared to the rest of his life. A megaphone turned on, with 3 helicopters machine gun equipped flew around outside. "COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS ON YOUR HEAD!" Luckily, he had a stash of weapons and some backup on speed dial. He dialed it. "Hey man, what's goin on?" came the response "I'm lookin' at yo house on da news, wussup man?" "How quick can you get over here? They've apparently done some multi million investigating." Suddenly the phone was hung up and he was right beside David. (A/N: I should explain, this guy is a guy from David's school days, not a fellow hitman. Just didn't want anyone getting confused…lol) Genoboosting has some strange effects on some people, and on Brandon it happened to bring teleportation. "Nice setup ya got here." Brandon said, looking at David's gun-ammo storehouse. Every gun had 7 crates of ammo underneath it. David chose a couple classic rotation clip gangsta guns. Brandon chose 2 compact foldable heat seeking rocket launchers. He had hoped this would come to some use someday, as he had spent over $70mil on it. Every kind of gun known to man, including piercing lasers. Underground in a secret undiscovered warehouse. They went upstairs with their loaded guns. "COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS UP OR WE WILL TEAR GAS YOU OUT!" The guy with the megaphone shouted. He was getting arrogant. He decided that if he was going out, or going to jail, he was going out in STYLE! As Brandon went upstairs with his heat seekers to take out the choppers, he stuck the guns into the back of his shirt and shivered as the metal touched his skin. The adrenaline was pumping in veins, and as it ran high he decided that if tournament competitors could do it, so could he. Only, he invented his OWN combo: Forward, Backward, Left, Right. Suddenly his guns started glowing, and he knew he just invented a completely new thing, and as long as he was doing his thing, it would keep up. Suddenly he heard his signal: The piercing shriek of rapid-fire mini-rockets flying through the air, multiple explosions. He kicked open the door and swaggered out and shouted at his loudest "You wanna dance coppers?" (Dramatic fight music starts playing) "THEN LETS DANCE!" He screamed at the top of his lungs as he pulled out the double guns and started firing with the infinite ammo combo still going. Brandon was still helping by firing rockets to the cars to prevent escape. In the end, he fell to the ground with 3 cops left. They rushed over and put him in laser cuffs and shoved him in the car next to Brandon, wondering if he was going to survive…

So how'd ya like it? Good? I had fun writing it. Sorry it took me so long, got grounded for bad grades. D in math… . Took me forever to get my parents to let me on to do this. Anyways, onto the reviews!

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